I welcome the autumnal chill in the air. There is a stimulation about it. Life moves to a different rhythm. There is a sense of change in the atmosphere and change is good inasmuch as it prevents stagnation. We should grow weary of a summer that never ended.

In looking back we remember only the triumphant consummations of each season. Failures and frustrations are forgotten; garden-memories are as perfect as garden-hopes.

Happy is the person who can keep a quiet heart, in the chaos and tumult of this modern world.

Few would dispute with the rose her claim to be the queen of flowers, for where is her equal to be found? Is she not God’s masterpiece?

Every noble achievement is a dream before it is a reality just as the oak is an acorn before it is a tree.

If you want good roses, sharpen your knife and harden your heart.

gardening is something more than a pastime; it is a religion.